Forget Me
I take a breath one too many times.
Had I just a minute,
I’d have made my escape.
So many words directed at me
Hitting me harder than hell itself.
Sick of them, sick of hate.
Sick of deceiving lies
That bring me closer to the edge.
I wonder every second
If I have the strength to go on fighting.
Between the way I feel and what’s being thrown at me
I want to give up I don’t want to feel.
But do I really have a choice?
All the fake laughs that were so real at the moment
Come at me harder than before,
Their echo never fading from the distance.
Time has been lost in my favor,
Drawing admiration to all who’ll betray me.
I see who they really are.
Though my grip is slipping still,
I’ll hold on until the end.
Even though I know I can make it,
I’m still afraid if I stand, I’ll fall.
If I speak, I’ll break down.
Still no one will care.
And if I attempt to take my life,
Who'll be there to take my hand?
No one but the silence.
Forget me.
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